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TW: weight loss.

Last week: 183.2 pounds/83.1 kilograms.

This week: 181.4 pounds/82.3 kilograms.

Eee! Maybe next week I’ll be in the 170s.

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TW: weight loss.

WOO!

Last weigh in: 185.8 pounds/84.3 kilos.

This morning: 183.2 pounds/83.1 kilos.

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Aha - my stepdad was a Hell’s Angel for yeeeeears and he gets so mad whenever I watch Sons of Anarchy.

“IT’S LIKE THE SHORTLAND STREET OF BIKE CLUBS.”

Hush, old man. Hush.

Edit: he’s still yelling

“YOU DON’T TAKE YOUR FUCKING CELLPHONE TO SHADY DEALINGS.”

“WHY AREN’T THEY USING SHOOOOOOOOTGUNS?!”

“OHHHHHHH MY GOD WHAT DO THEY THINK THEY ARE DOING?”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.”

I think he secretly likes it tho.

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WELLINGTON ADVENTURES!

We went to the zoo and saw some MEERKATS I love meerkats so much. Then we went to a French restaurant and I ate so much I later barfed on the sidewalk. Then we took Bradley to the airport. Then I got real sad. Then I went and wandered about Cuba Street with Charlotte and we saw that dog and it hated Char and it was awesome. Now I’m back home and it’s so late and I’m so tired but my bed is going to suck this evening.

That’s all.

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I made cupcakes for my brother’s birthday. They’re pretty cute considering they’re the by-product of a WHOLE PILE of fuck-ups.

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Why is the NZ version of the Hitachi magic wand 225 fucking dollars?! WELP it’s official I am saving up for a vibrator.

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This is our creepy murder-house. Lots of fetuses died in it. At least their ghosts are quiet and non-sentient.

This is our creepy murder-house. Lots of fetuses died in it. At least their ghosts are quiet and non-sentient.

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Day 3: what you think your reason for being here is

To be a good vet nurse and to try and be happy.


Day 4: what’s on your keys

I had a Captain America keychain, but it broke. So now I’m boring and have nothing but a car key. :I

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Now I can’t be bothered putting that dress back on. Freezing to death in my petticoat.

Now I can’t be bothered putting that dress back on. Freezing to death in my petticoat.

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Thank you stupid erupting volcano for making my workplace smell like eggs.